Last night they accused me of being yeller. Something about high billirubin and jaundice. They think putting me under these lights is going to make me talk.
Clearly they don't know who they're dealing with. I'm a Waldman. I'm an O'Connell. And I'm from California. Where I come from, we call these things tanning beds. In fact, I like it so much, they've taken away my nasal comfort-flow air and upped my feed to 8 milliliters every 3 hours. Soon, I'll be strong enough to start training for the escape.
Every once in a while, I get to turn over and look around. Can't be getting tan lines, you know?
We'd be oh-so-eager accomplices in your escape, Isaac, but Mommy, Daddy, and the doctors know best right now. We can't wait to meet you once you're a free man! It won't be long.
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